I frown as her green eyes go hazy with memory. “Who told you that?” I ask, pulling her closer against my body.
“My mother,” Kinsley admits. “Most everything else she ever told me is a blur, but I do remember that. She said it often.”
“Was she referring to your father?”
“I assume. She never bothered to clarify, not even when I asked. She would just say something nutty and disappear on me. When I was younger, I truly expected her not to come back one day. I thought she’d disappear forever and we’d never see her again. But she always came back.”
“Maybe she came back for you.”
Kinsley frowns. “I doubt it. God knows I wish that were true. I… I loved her so much, Daniil. There were days when she seemed like the perfect mother. She’d laugh and dance around the kitchen while she baked cookies
